God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
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These are words we dimly hear:
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You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
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Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
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Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
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Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousnes.
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Give me your hand.
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~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~
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My Bruderhoff friend David sent this to me.
Friday, February 29, 2008
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Terry-
ReplyDeleteI came by earlier and forgot to leave a comment!
Wilke has some very beautiful prose and poetry. Having said that, I'm ashamed to admit to not previously knowing about this very beautiful poem.
"Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final."
How magnificent is that verse!
Thank you for sharing this with us:0)
Thanks - I like Wilke's poetry, too.
ReplyDeleteI have some flowers for you. Stop by and pick them up:)